One of these days, your heart will stop and play its final beat.
I think my day will come soon. Too soon. But not soon enough.
Life is cheap, it is only worth something when the deeds we have done are of value and sufficient quantity. Life's real value comes at door's death, the one time we get to truly view our lives for what they are and what they are worth. We realise how much each grain of sand in our Hourglass was actually worth. But death is no salesman. You will bargain to buy sand but he will not sell.
lub-dub-ta-erk.
What will your final beat be like? In that last moments, will you raise the worth of your life or will you cheapen your pathetic existance?
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